Landon looked at himself in the mirror. He barely recognised the person that stood staring back at him, the person that everyone now knew as Balls. When did I get so goddamned wrinkly, and when did this skin become so saggy? He reached up and touched his eye patch - it was the strangest thing that he could swear it felt as though his eye was still there and moving as though nothing had ever happened. But it had, and there was nothing he could do to change that now. Sighing, he walked across the room, took his coat from the back of the office door and held it up. At this point it almost had more bullet holes than it did fabric. He'd have to get this sent off to a tailor to get it repaired; he'd considered buying a new one once before, but they just don't make 'em like they used to. It wasn't perfect but it would have to do for today at least.

There was a knock at the door. After throwing the coat down on the back of a chair, Landon walked over and opened the door to see his hands, DesireeChar and DeadlySpike stood on the other side with stern looks on their faces. He knew what this meant. It was time.

"Make the calls, tell them it's go time. They know what they're doing already. The ball's in our court now."

They walked away to do what he asked and he closed the door behind them. The Godfather that had taken over Old City in the wake of quiet's demise had fostered quite the relationship with the mayor of the city, and every day Landon found that it became a little bit harder for their family to operate within that district as the Mayor favoured the old guy that had muscled his way in when no-one was looking. He walked back over to the chair where he'd thrown down his coat, picked it up and put it on. He then walked over to his desk and picked up his hat, pushing his hair back before placing it on his head. He reached down to his holster and pulled out his gun, brushing his thumb over the engraved initials. He never would have thought that being reunited with his old shooting iron would be the trigger for his memories to return. He holstered his gun once again, clearly satisfied that everything was in order then picked up a briefcase off his desk and made his way down to the car.

Landon climbed into the back seat and lit a cigar, sitting back and smoking, preparing himself for what was about to follow. On the drive over he had time to think about everything. He'd first joined Philadelphia under Stiffler, where he'd quickly risen up the ranks and made close friends with a number of mafiosa that he'd eventually call family. It was there that he ran into Marston for what he thought was the first time. After serving a long time with Stiffler, Marston was given the city of Detroit by Godfather quiet and Don Stiffler and Landon was chosen by Marston to go to be his Right Hand Man. Whilst there, he'd helped Marston overthrow the old Godfather of Detroit and also managed to regain his memories that he'd thought were lost to him for all time. Their time in Detroit however was destined to be a short and bloody one, culminating in the war that changed the landscape in a huge way. The east coast had been ravaged almost entirely with the only leader still standing being Stiffler, Landon and Marston's former leader. Landon had been given a headquarters in the middle of the war, and now stood alongside Marston as a leader in his own right. After the war, Marston had moved his operations over to New York to fill the space left there and after some careful deliberation it was decided that Landon would move his operations back to Philadelphia to assume the role of acting Godfather Chairman.

He'd foolishly assumed once they were all in place that they would see peace again for a long time, and that things would settle down and the people would prosper. But the west coast had other ideas. They wanted more bloodshed. So Landon, Marston, TheBeast and all their loyal cities gave them what they wanted. The war ended, and again the landscape of the country had changed. After a long rebuild, it was finally time for the peace that Landon had been hoping for.

The car pulled up outside the Godfather's mansion. Such a life of decadence for such a man who was so disconnected from what was happening right under his nose, and a large host of armed bodyguards roamed the grounds. Nevertheless, the man earned his respect and Landon would be damned if he wouldn't give him what he'd earned. He made his way inside to the Godfather's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Landon entered and the Godfather motioned for him to take a seat. He placed the briefcase down next to the chair and sat, and the Godfather sat down too.

"So I'll get right down to business, Balls, how can I help you? It's not often that we meet, so this must be for something important."

Landon smiles and looks the man right in the eyes. The Godfather was never one to use many words where he didn't have to.

"To be frank, I'd heard a rumour on the streets that you were growing tired of this life and were looking to move back to the old country. I just wanted to come and talk to you about it, I wanted to know if there was truth to the rumour."

The Godfather smiled back at Landon and tried to keep his emotions under control, but he could see the slight sliver of surprise that he had heard about this. Obviously the Godfather had a leak somewhere that he wasn't aware of. The Godfather sighed before replying.

"Yes, Balls. The rumours are true. I am looking to move away from this life of ours. But I wanted to retire with a nest egg, to make sure I never have to worry about working again. I need two hundred and fifty million dollars. Not a single cent less. I get that money, and I'll be outta here."

Landon simply smiled. He already knew the price of buying the old man out. He'd heard that on the grapevine too and had come prepared. He nodded to the Godfather, stood up and placed the briefcase on the desk then opened it and spun it round on the spot for the Godfather to see. He noticed the Godfather's eyes widened at the sight of the money, but as he spun the briefcase it had knocked a piece of paper to the ground. Landon bent down to pick it up, noticing the official letterhead that seemed to belong to the Philadelphia law enforcement. He skimmed over it as quickly as he could as he stood up, and was devastated at what he saw.

He heard the unmistakable click of a hammer being pulled back, and slowly lowered the letter to look the godfather in the eyes. The man was panicked, he knew he'd been found out and there was no turning back now. Landon's eyes narrowed as he focused on the rat in front of him.

"I am not gonna give you a second chance to put that down, partner."

The godfather appeared to get frustrated by this and started sputtering his words.

"Ohhh, big bold brash Balls, walking in here acting like you own the fucking place. Well I've got news for you, you fucking holier than thou acting decrepit old bastard - you don't run a goddamned thing and I'd rather die than step aside for the likes of you. In fact, I have a whole host of people in my employ who'll come in here once you're dead to discover that YOU'RE the goddamn rat and I'll walk away with your money too."

The godfather paused for a second, thrown off by the fact that Landon was simply staring back at him with a smile on his face and completely unfazed by the words coming out of his mouth.

"What the fuck are you smiling at, huh? You're a dead man walking whether you want to believe it or not."

Landon slowly reaches inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a cigar, making it clear all the time what's in his hand so that the Godfather doesn't make any hasty decision to end his life. He then does the same with a box of matches and lights the cigar, taking a drag and clearing his throat.

"It's a terrible thing, getting older... your looks have gone, your back hurts, and your pecker isn't working like it's supposed to. But you know, there are some good things that come with age. Wisdom being the most valuable, which taught me never to take chances again. This plethora of people you had working for you? Well, I think maybe you should go and take a look at what's happening outside these doors."

Landon smirks again as the Godfather appears to look vexed, and grows more desperate looking by the second. He circles around Landon, keeping his gun fixed on him as he moves. He opens the door slightly, just enough to see the guards that were outside the doors lying down face first, lifeless and pale. Outside the door now keeping guard were Landon's two closest advisers and confidantes, Godfathers Stiffler and TheLastHit. The Godfather quickly slammed the door shut and ran to the window that overlooked the courtyard. As he surveyed the scene before him, his mouth dropped open to a wide gape, and his arms began to sag down to his side. All his guards were dead. The upper structure from across Philadelphia had moved in and killed every single man on the premises after the office door had been closed behind them and it had all been done silently.

He'd played this out in his head a thousand times already but it didn't stop the adrenaline that began to course through his body as he sensed that the moment of do or die was upon him. He heard a low growl emanating from the direction of the Godfather and he felt like time itself had slowed to a crawl. He saw the Godfather's gun arm begin to rise, and the murderous intent in his eyes. But before he could even bring his gun up to fire, Landon had raised his up ready to shoot...

You hear one single shot... and then silence.

The door bursts open as Stiffler and TheLastHit rush into the room with their guns raised, only to see Balls standing over the old Godfather's corpse as he says a final few words to the old man.

"Sack city, bitch."

News travel quickly and The Colonel heard of Balls taking down the previous Godfather, so he decided to hurry to PH and congratulate the man in person, not before buying a bottle of good whiskey! He arrived at the scene and the corpses were still there.

The new GF Chairman was smoking a cigar near the dead body of the old man, when Ives approached.

"Congratulations my friend, very well done and very well deserved! I brought some good whiskey for us to celebrate" he opened the bottle, poured the drink on two glasses and said "may the Balls hang for a long, long time. Cheers!" They drank and then The colonel patted the Balls very lightly. He pointed at the previous GF body and said:

"Its still fresh. Mind if i take some pieces? Im kinda hungry."

SpaceCowboy had been stuck in Philadelphia for the past few days working on some business idea with the builders. While sightseeing around town he notices there was a celebration going on all throughout the city. Quickly he makes his way through the crowd to see Balls was being lifted into the air, crowd surfing around his friends and family. It had seemed the day had finally came and Balls was the new Godfather Chairman. 

"Congratulations ole friend! You've worked your ass off and come a long way to get where you are today, you definitely deserve this!"

SpaceCowboy firmly pats Balls on the shoulder while slipping a little present into his newly tailored suit.

"Let's keep this party rolling! Drinks are on me ladies and gents!"

In the aftermath of his meeting with the dodgy old guy who installed himself in the top rung of Old City District, Desiree had wanted to pay her respects to Balls of the Sack for eliminating the old codger and installing himself as Sackfather of the city. It had taken no small amount of courage and a great pair of cajones to pull off this task.

Approaching the man of the hour, Desiree slapped him on the back and as she wafted away the dust from his old coat, she vowed to take it to be cleaned and repaired.

“Congratulations, old friend! I am so happy to have been able to be with you on this momentous occasion. I never doubted you could reach the height of Godfather Council. You deserve to celebrate!

Desiree moved closer as if to give him a hug but thought better of it, instead, handing Balls a bottle of the finest whiskey and a box of cigars.

TLH heard about a move that is happening in the center, the first thing came to his mind that Don Balls is there and he had to move there so fast to make sure there is no harm will get him.

Recently he already heard abuot Balls plans about forcing the GFC to retire, and he had no doubt that he can do it, just its fire arms and guns you don't know how things goes.

He brought his Squad and his BGs with his hands both in his car Koco and Jan_Sandberg,  once they got there they saw many bodies on the streets he knew things already started and taken place, he was little relieved to see that they are Ball's men and saw also Stiffler's men too are reaching the place.

He nodded to Stifller as they both ran inside the room as they heard some gun shots, as they entered the room they saw Balls standing on that old body shouting while being happy.

TLH couldn't hold his smile as he went directly to Balls and hugged him while saying "Congrats brother, Welcome to the GodFathers party hahaha" as he said that he pats his shoulder "This is what you deserve man, such a great journey you had to reach this point, you are making everyone of us proud, our city shall bloom and shine under your lead"

Slade had heard the news, even all the way over in Los Angeles. He called up his pilot and demanded he get him to Philadelphia immediately. He packed up a bag, and chose to opt for the eye patch instead of the mask for this even, after all, whenever Balls is around he feels a little bit more comfortable about his missing eye. After a 12 hour flight and a few drinks on the plane they finally arrived. 

It has been a long time coming, and if I am being completely honest, I did not think you were ever going to muster up the courage to fight that man, but alas, here we are. 

Congratulation on the new position as GFC. If you are ever over in my neck of the woods, feel free to stop by the church and we can have a proper celebration. We are brewing up a few new things over there, and one of them may just have the power to get you that eye you are missing oh so badly back!

Riddler had heard whispers amongst the streets of balls becoming GFC of Philly and he had to see the sight for himself. He made his way into the centre of the city where the made his way to the HQ of Balls. Leaving his guns at the door he entered, bowing his head in respect. 

"Congratulations Sir! Anything you need, you know where to find me" and with that said, he left again not wanting to hold up the busy day he was sure the new GFC would be bound to have.

Sergio Ramos recieved a letter from his Boss Stiffler telling him that the old godfather has been gunned down and good old Balls took over his position. 
Sergio knew Balls from stories from his grandfather’s diary. 
Only good words were written about him. 
He decides to grab the first cab to congratulate the newest Godfather in town. 
When arrived he gets out and lights up his cuban. 
He approaches Balls and tips his hat.

Congratulations on your new position sir. 
Im more then happy to see you in this role and looking forward to make Philly even better!

Salute!

Stamina had been away in New York on business for a few hours, wheeling and dealing without much of a care in the world. He arrived back in Philly with a pocket full of cash and proudly feeling the inside of his coat, where he'd managed to find some extra space to carry an extra unit of, goods.

At the very moment he extended his hand towards the handle to the Dog Years HQ, a series of shots could be heard from the direction of the Old City District. Without hesitating, he made his way over to see if his assistance was required. 

Out of breath, and sweating profusely, Stamina searched the streets to see if he could work out what the fuss was about. As soon as he thought he'd missed the action, a single gunshot was heard from the Godfathers house. 

Fuck, need to get there quickly...

Already exhausted, he runs towards the house where he sees a couple of other people have beaten him to the punch. He slows his desperate jog to a steady walk, when he makes out the people already on the scene are none other than Stiffler and TheLastHit. He soon makes it over to them, gasping for breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He does his best to talk coherently... 

Well, that's reasuring to see you two here already. Sorry I'm late, I really need to shift some of this Christmas timber already...

A second later he realises Balls is also on the scene, he notices the smoke emitting from the barrel of his gun. After another couple of seconds, the penny finally drops and the look on Stamina's face sharply turns from that of concern, to delight.

Balls, my friend! I had no idea this was coming, I'd began to think you were never going to take your chance after so much time had passed!

Stamina winks at Balls, before raising his eyebrows an nodding.

You know, Philly has really been through the mill over the last few weeks. It's been brought to it's knees and to the brink of extinction. I know just how much work has gone into rebuilding the city in such a short period of time. The blood, sweat and tears will be felt for a while to come yet, let's not pretend it's been an easy ride.

I really can't stress enough just how happy I am when I look around and see what Philly has to offer. We've gone from great losses over the last few weeks, now you only need to glance and see what has been built here and the great future we have. 

Our family lines go way back in this thing of ours, usually working against each other rather than together. I can't wait for you to cement your position here in Philly and I look forward to serving alongside you for as long as my heart has life. I hope you know you only need to ask if you need anything of me at all, you know where I am.

Congratulations my friend, thoroughly deserved. Really looking forward to a bright future.

Sal was on the streets working his magic trying to earn when word came to him that Balls was now the Godfather of Philly.  He looked at Gino and Nick and asked where was the car so he could go and give his respects.  They pointed to the car at the other end of the block.  They ask was that something an associate is suposed to do.  Sal smiled and told them if not he would become the first and they can make up a ruling after.  He got into the back seat as Nick got in on the driver side and then Gino got in on the other side.  

Once there Gino opened Sal door and Sal stepped out and walked in.  He spotted his boss TLH and gave him a nod, TLH waved for him to come over.  Sal walked over and TLH told him to go ahead and pay his respects to Godfather Balls.   Sal walked over and stood before the Godfather and wished him well as he kissed the Godfather's ring.  Sal was old school sicilian and followed the traditions from across the pond.   He looked up and saw a long line of other's waiting to pay their respects.  Balls gave Sal a nod letting him kno that his warm wishes was appreciated and Sal moved back over towards his boss and stood there watching the event as others wished Balls their best.  

Indifference was skipping though the streets not giving a fuck as usual, when he heard the town screamer up on the soapbox announcing that Balls had taken over Philly.  

Now Indifference, holding the prominent role of RH in the sub crew of South Philly felt the need to not be indifferent about coming forth and congratulating the newly crowned Sackfather.

Indifference strolled over to the OCD and found the gray, scraggly Sackfather to congratule him.

"Congratulations, Balls.  It's been a pleasure getting to know you in my short time here in Philly.  We've slayed over a few rats together and I must say that you know how to light up the crowd and make things more entertaining.  My father also did the same with you back before you dropped down to be the man you are today - if you know what I'm saying here. I am excited for your ability to move both Philly and the Mafia Community forward in the future.  Congratulations, my friend!! If you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

He shook the man's hand and then proceeded back to the bar.

Stiffler had known Balls for some time. He’d joined the Dog Years family by accident, this occurred after a 3-day bender of alcohol, blackjack, dicing, debauchery and strippers. Stumbling around the Old City District, in a drunken hazy mess, Balls entered the Dog Years HQ wishing to use the urinals and he never left. Stiffler watched him rise through the ranks, from tiny shrivelled testicles, to whopping giant meat clackers. Hell, Balls was even a mainstay in the Dog Years Familia during the Herpes outbreak that hit many a mafioso.

In discussing the plans with Balls, Stiffler was aware of the magnitude of what was going to occur. He thought to himself, “shit, I wish Balls was as good a shot with a Lacrosse bat, as he was with a gun”. Stiffler had committed to helping and supporting Balls in any way he could, and upon formally hearing the tactics that’ll be deployed on the day, he shouted:

YOU DON’T SCORE UNTIL YOU SCORE!

During the takeover, Stiffler struggled to concentrate as he was so excited and had huge adrenaline rushes at every turn. Standing outside the door, waiting for Balls to carry out the deed, he and TheLastHit had already downed the guards (as if they were Shaolin Warriors!) and were standing forever vigilant, waiting. Stiffler, trying to make small talk, asked TheLastHit if they could chat about parties, pies, sex and shots. However, TheLastHit was laser focused on the job at hand and suggested Stiffler do the same as we’re representing Philadelphia. The anxiety and stress of the situation had Stiffler’s Herpes flaring up though unfortunately, so he couldn’t stand still and was very itchy.

Upon hearing the single shot fired in the room, both TheLastHit and Stiffler ran into the room to see Balls standing over the old Godfather’s corpse. Stiffler, giving out a large, annoying, high-pitched laugh, suggested Balls teabag the deceased in victory and Balls asked if Stiffler was ever serious, at all… ever…

We all know the answer to that one folks.

CONGRATULATIONS GODFATHER-CHAIRMAN, LANDON BALLS!

After weeks of preparation, it was over and done successfully in under 15 seconds without any unexpected surprises. Such a precise operation

took down so many guards hadn't heard of or seen before. Everyone outside who was involved was disguised as maids, gardeners, road workers,

and electricians to blend in with the area. As soon as the signal was given, more than a dozen silent bursts killed the guards, giving them no

chance to react to the guns equipped with cilensers.

A loud single shot from a gun took everyone's attention and Sandberg quickly ran to find TLH in the mansion. In the office Sandberg is relieved

to see his boss and Balls unharmed, he tucks his gun away before approaching the new Godfather to congratulate him.

"Congratulations Godfather," he said with a smile, shaking his hand with both hands. Balls responded by expressing his gratitude and tapping

on the shoulder. Sandberg takes a few steps back before turning his body toward TLH and Koco to hug them. More people came into the office to

praise Balls, while Sandberg took a tour around the mansion to look for a safe, probably hidden behind one of the paintings on the walls.

Ian finally climbed out of bed, the news of recent events had landed at his side via a note. Clearly his prohibitively loud snoring had dissuaded the messenger from waking him. He threw himself into a seated position and rubbed his eyes in search of focus that didn't come. His arm groped around in the general vicinity of where the drinks usually were. His hand pawed a tumbler. He gripped it and slammed back the contents. The brandy delivered a sobering burn, he wasn't sure what the cigarette end delivered but it felt a lot like the challenge of keeping down vomit. Either way his eyes were working now. He looked again at the crumpled note. It mentioned Balls and blood, many dead suits and a the birth of a new era. Sounded like a good Saturday night. He made a half arsed effort to straighten the suit he'd slept in and headed down to his car.

"Fessel"

'Yes chief'

"Central district, old Godfather's residence"

'Yes chief'

The car pulled up outside the building. There were several long black vehicles outside and a absurd number of bodyguards crawling all over the place. Ian made his way through the throngs of singled breasted idiots and into the building. Inside he saw the expected bloodbath. Bodies of the newly removed lay all over the place, most with neat little red dots on their foreheads. He made his way upstairs, saying hello and paying his respects to the variety of luminaries who's already arrived to congratulate the new Godfather. He hugged Stiffler and apologised for being late, before shaking hands with TheLastHit and Riddler. He saw Sergio_Ramos and Stamina and clapped them both on the shoulder. He was getting tired of saying hello so he tipped his non existant hat to the remaining well-wishers and moved on. 

Eventually he squeezed into the famous Godfather's office to find Balls sitting behind the fine old desk. A few bodyguards were busying themselves around him, wiping up blood and removing sentimental items that no longer held sentiment. Balls was sitting triumphantly in his amazing un-bloodsoaked chair. He looked up as his old bald friend wandered in. Ian bowed his head before the new head of the city.

"Balls. What a day!"

Balls smiled and gave his watch a glance that asked a question.

"What? There was some very fine brandy and a glamorous girl called Melony to pour it for me."

He rummaged in his jacket pocket for something that evidently was no longer there. After an awkward exchange of glances with Balls, he pulled out another crumpled piece of paper and ironed it out with his hand on the desk. Grabbing a pen from the large desk he wrote down a number, a name and an address, then handed it to one of the multitude of bodyguards wedged into the hopelessly inadequate space of the office. The guard fought his way out and the waiting began. Balls looked at Ian. Ian looked at Balls. Stiffler looked at Ian, Ian looked apologetically at Stiffler. Some time passed and a couple of the well-wishers wandered off. There was a little more room in the office and Ian discovered the bar. A round of drinks helped the wait seem a little less pregnant. 

Eventually a red faced guard came wheezing into the office and whispered and spittle flecked message into Ian's ear. Ian padded his ear with a handkerchief and beckoned to Balls to follow him. The assembled mob made their way down to the street where Ian, in true showroom fashion waved a hand over The most amazing car! Balls was suitably impressed with the magnificent Rolls Royce. Ian turned to him and said.

"Congratulations Godfather Balls. I know our fine city is in the best hands with you at the helm. I wish you all the best for as long and prosperous reign. Now... If you'll excuse me I've done about as much standing up as I can muster for one day. I'm off for a doze before we head into the meat of the festivities."

With that he crawled into the back of the incredible vehicle and slumped down out of view. 

Standing there in the middle of the crowd, Boyarsky thought to himself. "Balls, what a witty name, its summer, lots of people must have swamp balls." He chuckled to himself.

There sure were lots of people that had showed up to congratulate Balls on his rise to godfather. He tried mingling a bit as he made his way through the hordes of people to get to the man of the hour.

After what felt like an eternity but probably only was like 20 odd minutes or so he finally reached Balls. He put his hand out and shook Balls hand.

"Congratulations sir, I hope you have a long successful reign, may your balls swing with grace and never be blue."

With that he disappeared into the crowd finding some liquor to chug as he mingled on.

Ned Harrington had spent the last several weeks working tirelessly to get the Competition Commission Convention off the ground. As the head of the convention organizing committee, Ned dedicated countless hours to meticulously planning and coordinating the event. Ned was all about the nitty-gritty details, making sure the convention schedule was tight, sorting out logistics, and locking down the best venues. This convention was a big deal, bringing together industry bigwigs to tackle competition challenges and promote collaboration. Ned's total dedication and passion were key to rallying the important members and getting everyone on the same page.

However, something of even greater importance required his attention: the ascension of Balls to the position of Godfather Chairman. 

As Ned approached he began unfurling a rolled up letter. The letter bore the unmistakable seal of the Competition Commission. 

"The Competition Commission defines Godfather Chairman as a fictional or metaphorical title used to denote individuals of great stature. While outside the purview of the traditional “organization”, the Competition Commission commends and holds these individuals in high esteem. As such, I am here today with a congratulatory message from the Competition Commission. 

On behalf of the Competition Commission, I would like to congratulate Balls on his ascent to the position of Godfather Chairman. This is a well deserved honor for a man who has dedicated his life to the pursuit of fairness and good competition. Balls has always been a champion of the little guy, and his leadership will be invaluable in the years to come.

I have had the privilege of working closely with him after the conclusion of the deadly Competition Commission Wars, witnessing first hand his indomitable spirit and unwavering commitment to fairness and integrity. His tireless efforts to foster healthy competition, promote economic growth, and champion the interests of all have been truly commendable. I am confident that Philadelphia will flourish, bolstered by his strategic vision and unwavering commitment to the principles of fairness, transparency, and equal opportunity. His keen mind for business, combined with his passion for community development, will undoubtedly bring about positive change and pave the way for a vibrant and prosperous future.

Thank you, Balls, for your dedication to the Competition Commission and to the people of Philadelphia. We are lucky to have you as our leader. 

Everyone here at the Competition Commission wishes you the best and I am very happy to have you leading Philadelphia into its next chapter."
 

Sack city, Bitch. Sack sack city, Bitch. This was the chant heard through all of Philadelphia. Hoping the chanting would cease, Janine covered her ears to avoid any hearing loss as she walked down Market Street. Not only did the chanting not cease, it had increased. This would surely cause some hearing issues later on. No matter that, it was time to celebrate the new Godfather Chairman of Philadelphia, Balls. Not too surprised that the party was still raging, StifflersMama made her way to the giant round and wrinkled man, who looked triumphant but also like he was ready to sleep for a week.

Godfather Chairman Balls. I wanted to extend my sincerest congratulations on defeating the old decrepit Godfather. Your timr has come and I couldn't be happier to see you ascend to your position. You've come a long way since the tiny Ball you used to be and blossomed into a respected and revered adult Ball. Sack City is in full effect. To celebrate I've prepared you a short song id like to perform for you today. It took me ages to compose.

"Look at that Balls so scandalous

You know another sack can't handle this

Shaking those orbs like he's the ish

With a look in his eyes so damn ballish.

You like to ball at all the mobster spots

And you glide to the crews like yo bitch whats up

Not just a ball, he likes the top

Cause he is GFC Balls of Sack City."

As the melody finished she turned to Balls, dropped the mic and said:

Where's the Scotch? I need a stiff one.

I was only a Wiseguy when I first met it was then Don Balls.  I was honored to get an invitation to participate in a successful organized crime.  I had heard others like TheLastHit speak very fondly of him.  With fellow comrades like Shoresy, Riddler, Stiffler, and Mikey, the man must be doing something right and look forward to taking this journey with him

Fashionable late Koco arrived at the gala celebration, made her way through the crowd, grabbed two glasses of champagne from the tray of the floating waiter to the man of honor, and handed him one of the glasses.

Koco raised her glass to his.

Congratulations Godfather Chairmen Balls, on a well-deserved rank.  I salute you and wish you the very best.

Congrats Godfather Balls...

Now if you decide to have a major celebration in town to demonstrate the conitnued growth in Philly I am your man for the job.  I have all the connections to throw a grand celebration in your honor, until then keep up the great work.